This is a fictional story containing slut wife, open marriage, and some light homosexual material. If that turns you off, don't read it. If it turns you on and you are over 18, please enjoy away and don't let anyone tell you that what you like is wrong.
"A few of my friends from work are throwing a party. I want to go."
I looked up at my wife. "Okay. Am I invited?"
"Yes," this caused me to raise my eyebrows. Usually spouses weren't invited to her work parties. In response to my look Trisha continued, "this isn't a work party. It's just a few friends from work getting together. Mona and Bill are hosting."
I'd met Mona before, not her husband Bill though. Mona was a vivacious, buxom, free spirited woman who enjoyed every moment of her life. Some of the stories Trisha, my wife, had told of her were steamy to say the least. The first time I'd met Mona she gave me a long tight hug and a full blown French kiss that had set my libido on fire. My wife had not been upset about the kiss. It was just Mona being Mona.
"Who all will be there?" I asked while trying not to sound too interested.
"I'm not sure. Probably Adam Loya and his wife Anna. I think Debbie and whichever boytoy she brings. Oh, Stacy will be there. I don't know if Larry will come or not. He is a lot like you."
By that my wife meant anti-social, which wasn't really true. I'm not anti-social, I'm anti-stupid. It just so happens that most "social" people are terribly stupid and dull. There is nothing I dislike more than being caught by some droning political fanatic who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up.
"So when is the party?"
"Friday night. We'll need to be at Mona's around eight."
"Do you really want me to go?" I asked with a smile on my face.
Trisha turned to face me and put her hands on her hips. "Yes."
"You know my price for attending parties with you." I grinned. My wife liked to go to boring parties with boring people. A couple of years ago as our sex life dwindled to near nothing I had started refusing to go to parties I knew would be nearly unbearable and eventually she and I had worked out that if she wanted me to accompany her to a boring party then she would put out for me first.
"Maybe tonight." She turned and started out of the room. "But this party is not going to be boring. With Mona hosting I guarantee it." With that she forced a grin onto her face and left.
I actually agreed with her, but we hadn't had sex in over a month and I wasn't going to let this chance go to waste. I thought about that. During the last year our sex life had really gone to hell and I often wondered if my wife was having an affair. I had been in open relationships in the past and if my wife had a lover, well, it wasn't the end of the world. The problem wasn't the need for variety, hell I liked variety too, it was the deceit. I hoped she wasn't lying to me.
The decline had started out innocently enough. A headache here, a backache there progressed to a just general, "I don't feel like it tonight." These nights became more and more regular and I got more and more frustrated, but my only choices were divorce Trisha, force her to put out, or live with it. I loved Trisha and would never force a woman to have sex with me if she did not want it, so I was left with living with it. I hinted constantly. I went out of my way to seduce her, flowers, chocolate, candles, gifts. You name it I tried it, but nothing revitalized her passion. Eventually I gave up. That is a sad thing for a husband to do, but I admit after constant rejection my wall was going up and I gave up. I started spending way too many nights masturbating in the bathroom before going to bed and sleeping next to a woman I only dreamed of fucking every night.
I also blamed myself, at least in part. Really a big part. When I met Trisha, I had just come off an open relationship where sex ruled and there wasn't much more between us. Eventually the sex just wasn't enough. I had taken a long look at my life and decided that I wanted more than just a sexual relationship. I wanted love, commitment, and a life partner. The problem was that I attracted the wrong type of women. All the women I knew were wild. All the women I had ever been with were wild. So I made a change. I met Trisha through Larry, a guy who was so straight laced I knew that anyone he introduced me to would be a very different kind of woman.
When Trisha and I met, I had just come out of a relationship with a woman I thought loved me. Nadia and I had done everything that a couple and more can do sexually. We'd had threesomes and foursomes. I had watched Nadia pull a train and she had two of her girl friends fuck me with her. It had been incredible sex but Nadia and I were not truly compatible outside the bedroom. The real world had torn us apart and I had vowed to find a good girl and settle down. That was one of the first things I had told Trisha. On our first date Trisha asked me what kind of women I liked. What I told her wasn't a lie, exactly. At the time I truly believed it was gospel. I had said that I was looking for a quiet girl who wanted a solid long-term relationship with out all the head games. And that is who Trisha had always been. I had found my friend and life partner, but I missed the sex.
As our love life decreased Trisha's work parties continued, but most of the time it was just for employees. The few times I was invited the parties were insufferably boring and so I did not object to not being invited. There was always internet porn to keep me busy while my wife was out. Our sex life continued to spiral down to the point that I didn't even get sex on my birthday or on our anniversary. I was really beginning to think of divorce. I even made up speeches where I told Trisha she needed to decide if she wanted to be my wife or my ex-wife, but she would have to make a choice. I never actually used any of those speeches, though. I also started seeing signs of frustration in my wife and I realized we were firmly in a rut and neither of us knew what to do about it. A week before my wife told me of the party, I had contacted a lawyer and spent a hundred and fifty dollars for him to tell me what the process of getting a divorce was. I told him I hadn't made up my mind but I'd contact him in a week or two.
That night Trisha and I made love. I tried to liven it up a little but when I attempted to touch my wife's sweet pussy, she pushed my hand away. "Don't that is dirty."
"It's not dirty, sweetheart, it is just me giving you pleasure."
"You would think I was a tramp if I let you do that."
I raised up on my elbow and looked at her in the dark. "Why do you think that?"
"I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to think I am a tramp."
"I don't baby."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Promise me you will never think bad of me, no matter what I do."
How in the hell could I promise that? "Sweetheart, why would I ever think bad of you. You are the sweetest, most wonderful woman I know. I just want you to loosen up a little and enjoy life."
"I enjoy life more than you know. You are a good husband and I haven't been a very good wife at all."
"Sweetheart, don't worry. We will get out of this rut."
Trisha rolled over onto her side to face me. "I love you, Mark. I have always loved you. I haven't been a good wife, but I want to fix that. I want you and I to be in sync and together, but for that to happen you have to promise me that you will not think bad of me, no matter what."
She was starting to kinda of weird me out. I've never known my solid, conservative, prudish wife to be like this. She was always sure of herself, always confident. Now it seemed that for the first time I was seeing a new side of her. Or maybe I was just getting a glimpse of someone else who had always been there, hidden from me.
"Is there something you need to tell me, sweetheart?"
"Yes, there are a million things I need to tell you. But I can't. I know I have to, but I can't. Please." Her voice took a tone of pleading. "Please, tell me that no matter what I have done or what I do, you won't hate me." Tears brimmed in her eyes threatening to spill out onto her lovely cheeks.
Now I know I'm a dumbass. All men are when it comes to women. But even I knew that we were at a turning point in our relationship. I didn't have a clue of what had brought us there or where the turns led but I was just smart enough to know that if I fucked this up it would be the worst mistake of my life. In that moment the scent of my wife filled my nostrils, and the soft light reflected off the smooth roundness of her heaving breasts. Her eyes were full of tears, she wasn't crying, but the tears were there threatening to flow. I looked at her and I took a deep breath.
"I promise that no matter what you have done or what you do, I will always love you." I meant that. I have always been a man who says what he means, at least when I know what I mean. The relief on her face was immediately evident but I didn't stop. "Now you need to understand something else." I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I pushed on. "I will love you, no matter what. But you need to make a decision. You need to decide if you want to be my wife or my ex-wife." Wow, I had said it. "I'm tired of being your roommate. I'm tired of being rejected out of hand with no thought of how it makes me feel. I'm tired of having to bargain with you for sex."
Her face had gone white and then red and then dark as I spoke but at the end she nodded. "I want to be your wife. But I need you to love who I am, not who you think I am or who you want me to be."
What the fuck! I'm a little slow on the uptake but reality was beginning to dawn on me. Softly, as gently as I could I said, "I don't think I know who you are, but I want to. There is a woman behind the mask you show me and I think I'm going to love getting to know her, but I can't love her if you keep her hidden from me."
"You want to see the woman behind the mask?" Her voice was gruff and low, a sure sign of how angry I had made her. "I'll show you the woman behind the mask. You want me to be your wife, but you don't know what you are getting yourself into. I'm not the woman you think I am, Mark. I never have been. Tonight I'm going to expose myself. I'm going to lay myself bare in front of you. If I'm going to lose you, I'm going to lose you as me."
And she grabbed me and pushed me back on the bed. The covers flew off the bed as she landed on top of me, knocking my breath out. Her lips pressed into mine and she shoved her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. Trish had never kissed me like that, not in a year of dating and not in our three years of marriage. Sex with my wife had always been reserved. She had never been assertive or even very active in our love making. Now suddenly she was a wild cat. The kiss lasted a long time and I ran my hands up her sides to caress her breasts. Usually if I tried to touch her breasts she would allow only a quick feel and then push my hands away. Not tonight, tonight she moaned into my mouth as I caressed her. She moved her lips from my mouth and down onto my neck, kissing all the way. It felt incredible. I had been with a lot of other women before meeting Trish and I always enjoyed the ones who were active in love making. Trish had never been that way, but I always thought I could loosen her up over time. Just the opposite had actually happened. It seemed the longer we were married the more reserved she'd become.
